Peter Parker- I'm with you, no matter what

Chapter 49

I woke up in the middle of the night and was wide awake. It was three o'clock. I couldn't sleep anymore, so I grabbed my suit and climbed out the window. I walked through the streets for ages in the dark, only the street lamps gave off some light. After about two and a half hours of senseless walking around, I returned home.
I went into the living room and was almost scared to death.

I wasn't alone.

I quickly switched on the light. There was a strong, strange man in the middle of the room.

“Vulture sent me, we warned Spider-Man. If he or Stark interferes in our affairs again, you and his aunt will suffer, and Stark did just that! Have fun dying!”

“You underestimate me!”

I attacked him with quick movements. He got hold of my wrist and held me. With a little skill and a strong slap in the face, I was able to break free. The stranger was strong. Very strong! Two hard blows hit me in the stomach. His big hands cupped my neck. He squeezed. I was almost out of breath. With the last of my strength I put a hand on his face. It started to glow. I burned his face, he let go of me. I stood facing him, panting and gasping for breath. The man had probably realized that he couldn't kill me like that because he drew a gun.
He pulled the trigger. The bullet brushed my shoulder. That made me stumble backwards, I fell to the ground. With big, heavy steps he came towards me. My opponent pointed his gun at my head. A second before he could shoot again, I shot two huge fireballs at him. I had so much anger and panic inside of me that I couldn't control my strength.

My fire hit him. As he was thrown back, blood spurted out at me. Much blood. He fell to the floor in the corner of the room and lay there. No movement. He- he was dead. Shocked and covered in blood, I stood in the room.

I killed him.

This guy deserved it and I didn't feel guilty or anything, but I felt anything else. I couldn't place this feeling. Standing next to myself, I took off my suit and just let it fall to the floor. I sat on the floor in my underwear and smeared with blood. I stayed seated, I don't know how long.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and a little later there was a knock on the apartment door. I didn't react, I sat and stared at the door. The door opened, Peter entered. Immediately he threw his backpack on the ground and took off his white shirt. He rushed to me, frantically feeling over me.

"Oh my god, what happened? How badly are you hurt Lyra?! Say something!”

He touched the spot on my stomach where a huge bruise had now formed. It hurt like hell and I writhed. Peter quickly withdrew his hand.

"Most of it is not my blood, it's his!", I said quietly and looked at the corpse.

Peter looked at me deeply shocked and at the same time so compassionate. He pushed the blood-stained suit aside next to me and moved closer.

“He- he was here all of a sudden. He attacked me. He ... wanted to kill me. I didn't mean to. I couldn't control it anymore. I had to defend myself.”

I started shaking all over. Pete hugged me tightly in his arms. His hands brushed my bare back.

"Sh-sh-sh, take it easy. I am here now. I'm there. I'm there for you. You are not to blame, you were just defending yourself!”

“I know, I don't feel guilty either. It's something else. I can't describe it.”

“You don't have to. Can you get up?”

“Yes.”

He pulled me up and when I stood my legs felt very weak and weird. Peter took me to the bathroom, where I sat on the edge of the tub. I was paralyzed, I couldn't do anything alone. It was terrible, hopefully it would soon pass. Peter wiped the blood off my face and then my neck with a damp cloth. Some blood had even gotten onto my body through the suit. He wiped the blood on my cleavage, off my arms and legs. He threw the bloody towel in the trash and then took the pain relief ointment from the bathroom cabinet. He sat down next to me on the edge of the bathtub and then smeared the pain relief ointment on the bruise. The ointment was cold and even the slightest touch caused pain, which is why I kept flinching.